"NO LOCALITIES" figured in all the ticket offices that surrounded the gigantic stadium. Coaches, trucks of virtually all the televisions in the world, hundreds of cars and an anxious crowd formed a wall impossible to cross. It was not a normal game, nor was it a rock concert. The final of the Soccer World Cup was played that night. The atmosphere was of real expectation, the speakers of the field began to throw unintelligible phrases and a short silence preceded an explosion of joy of all the attendees when the players of the two best teams in the world jumped into the field. The cameras of the photographers fired their flash in a real bombing and the journalists had practically invaded the field. But all eyes were on a man who was totally surrounded by a mass of sports writers, cameras and onlookers ready to extract a few words before the most anticipated meeting of all time. Suddenly the camera of the The stadium managed to get in first place, and on the giant screens that rose above the backgrounds, the image of a player appeared at first blurred. "Yes, he is, without doubt, the best player in the world!" Shouted a spectator to my right. There was no need to wait for his face to be clear on the huge monitor. I ALREADY KNEW WHO WERE TREATED!